Bill didn't know where to begin. He'd been busy the last few days. As was she. And as for the anger, yes, he hadn't been angry, not really. He'd been scared to death when he saw her.
Very deliberately, he set his fork and knife down on his plate and folded his hands in front of his mouth for a moment. "What's there to discuss, Fleur?" he finally said quietly. "We live in a dangerous time and, well, I knew when I married you that you weren't a shrinking violet. As much as I hate to think about you getting hurt, I can't do much about what you choose to do."
Just as deliberately, he picked up his fork and knife and started eating again.